Filed to story: A Sacrificial Lambs Unexpected Marriage
Deacon closed the door and took out the pink sanitary napkin.
“Mr. Armstead, what kind of evil are you doing? You like girl’s tampons?”
Deacon turned around and said in a low voice, “This thing is going to protect you instead of me. Of course, I need to get to know it.”
Oriana similed and shook her head unbelievably, “Mr. Armstead, you’re a whore!”
Deacon sat on the edge of the bed with one arm propped on the bed.
“If am a whore, then what are you?”
Deacon asked, as he winked at her.
Oriana was really speechless. She stretched out her soft white hand and tucked her black hair behind her ear.
Deacon couldn’t admit that he was greedy for her body.
He leaned down and kissed her hair. The sweet fragrance on her body fascinated him. “Shall I help you apply the sanitary napkin?”
Oriana was stunned. A man like him who ruled the world, would also condescend to help a girl fix her sanitary napkins?
“Mmm, no need…”
Oriana replied.
“Then do you want me to help you wash?”
“Wash what?”
she asked.
“Wash my underwear?”
An image flashed through Oriana’s mind. She imagined her panties being washed and rubbed in his palm. She was embarrassed.
“I don’t want you to wash my panties!”
She blushed and refused, but she felt happy that the mant beside her was quiet caring-
Deacon used his thin lips to rub against her face. “Oriana, aren’t you thinking
Oriana’s face turned red, she asked in confusion. “What?”
too much?”
he asked.
“It’s not just your underwear that needs to be washed. Could it be that you don’t want to take a shower, I can help you…”
It took Oriana a few seconds to understand what he meant. He didn’t want to help her wash her panties. Instead, he wanted to bathe her.
The sweetness from earlier was gone. She quickly bounced off the bed and sat up, smashing her small fist on him.
Deacon wrapped her fist in his palm and smiled, “Sometimes it’s self-indulgent to think too much. Your underwear is stained with blood. If you want to lose it, I’ll buy you a new one.”
Oriana was dumbfounded. This was the first time she had ever seen a man who would spend a lot of money on clothing.
“Men buy women jewelry and diamonds, and Mr. Armstead will buy me new underwear. Shall I say thank you?”
Oriana asked, as she rolled her eyes at him.
Deacon knew that she was angry. He quickly stood up and stood by the bedside. He looked at her. seriously and stretched out his big palm, “Do you want me to wash the panties? It’s not impossible, but you need to take it off for me now. I’ll wash it for you.”
Orianas’s face blushed. She admitted defeat, she would never be Deacon’s opponent.
She answered with practical actions. She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom.
She didn’t want to be fooled by him!
Oriana took a shower and changed into clean clothes before leaving the bathroom.
In the room, Deacon was sitting upright on the edge of the bed.
“You’re just in time. I got you lemon warm water.”
Oriana climbed onto the bed and sniffed his nose, as she frowned in disdain She didn’t like to drink lemon water.
Deacon leaned his tall body against the head of the bed, then wrapped one arm around her slender waist and stuffed a warm hot water into her hand. He said softly, “Hold your nose and drink it. Drink it and your stomach will feel better.”
Oriana pouted and reluctantly took two sip.
“It’s hard to drink. I won’t drink it anymore.”
Deacon looked at her delicate appearance, “Honey, drink more,”
he urged.
Oriana pushed his big palm away. “I’m not drinking it anymore. Do you know how unpleasant this lemon tastes?!
Deacon reached out and covered her lips with his.
Some seconds later, Deacon ended the deep kiss. He whispered, “It’s not that bad.”
Oriana’s hands pressed against Deacon’s strong chest and she tried to push him away, but Deacon took a mouthful of lemon water and kissed her again. He fed her deeply and forced her to swallow it.
Oriana was crushed by him, and there was no room for resistance. Soon, the taste of lemon water filled her mouth, but it was more of a healthy and clean breathe. D amn it, he smelled good.
Deacon gently emptied the content into her mouth, then he placed the empty cup on the bed table. “In the future, if you want me to feed you personally, say so.”
“You shouldn’t take advantage of me!”
she muttered with a frown, as she tried to vomit the lemon water. Her two small hands grabbed the pajamas on his chest.
Deacon stared at her darkly.
Oriana heart ski pped a beat. Only then did she realize that she shouldn’t have said that.
She quickly hugged her stomach. “My stomach is uncomfortable. I want to sleep.”
Deacon covered her stomach with his big palm. He warned in a low voice, “Be honest, don’t stir up trouble!
“I didn’t, it was you…
“When did I try to take advantage of you? Hold on, I don’t understand.”
Deacon felt extremely aggrieved. After she left, she did not even send him a message for several days. Oriana did not dare to move, she did not dare to provoke him, for fear that he would lose his control.
Deacon raised his head and kissed her again.
Oriana quickly frowned, but she did not dare word, so she could only endure the grievances.
At this moment, some abnormal voices suddenly came from the next room.
Because the hotel was of low quality, the sound insulation was not good either.
Oriana shivered as she looked at the man behind her.
Deacon’s handsome face had turned dark.
He reached out and smashed something against the wall.
The voice in the next room quickly became more quiet.
Oriana couldn’t help it, she smiled.
Deacon grabbed her soft waist. “What are you laughing at? Don’t laugh!”
“Oh,”
Oriana held back herself, but after a while, she laughed again.
Deacon was about to teach her a lesson, but his phone suddenly rang out.
It was so late but someone still called him.
“Mr. Armstead, your phone is ringing.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Oriana looked at him, and then she asked, “Mr. Armstead, is this call from Naomi?”
Deacon’s handsome face did not reveal the slightest emotion. He kissed Oriana’s cheek, “Oriana, don’t mention unimportant people at this time.”
Oriana turned her head and avoided his kiss. She quietly sat up from the bed, then raised her eyebrows and said, “Mister Armstead, don’t change the subject. It’s been a long time.”
Deacon also sat up. He smiled and said, “You’re jealous.”
Oriana smiled and said softly, “Mr. Armstead, why the f uck do you know that I’m jealous and still keep asking?”
Deacon stretched out his fingers and held her small chin. His handsome eyebrows were filled with soft doting, “Girls are not allowed to say dirty words.”
“That’s a coincidence. Not only do I like to swear, I like to hit people!”